The bodyguard courteously opened the back door for her, and once Hannah wasfortably seated, he started the engine.


    He then updated her on their current situation, “We’ve transferred the two men to the police.


    The officers are expected to arrive at the hotel within the next ten minutes.


    ”


    “Okay.


    ” Sitting in the back seat, Hannah closed her eyes to rest.


    “You haven’t informed Mr.


    Mitchell about this, have you?”


    “It’ste at night and the situation had been urgent, so we have yet to discuss this matter with our boss,” the bodyguard replied.


    “For the time being, don’t tell him about it.


    ”


    Upon hearing Hannah’s directive, the bodyguard appeared conflicted.


    “But…”


    “Just follow my instructions.


    If he inquires afterward, I’ll handle all the consequences.


    ”


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    Early the next morning, Bryson and Maloney’s ne touched down.


    As Bryson switched on his phone upon disembarking, he noticed an absence of messages from Hannah or updates from the bodyguards he had assigned to protect her.


    Standing beside him, Maloney yawned and observed, “Mr.


    Mitchell, you seem unusually restless this early in the morning.


    Has something happened to Miss Moore?”


    “No,” Bryson responded curtly, turning off his phone’s screen and pushing his suitcase ahead indifferently.


    “Let’s go.


    ”


    Suspicious, Maloney took a step back and mumbled softly, “Judging by the look on your face, it seems there’s definitely something amiss…”


    The previous night, after concluding her business, Hannah had stealthily returned without alerting anyone.


    It waste, and consequently, she didn’t rise early.


    Hannah didn’t make her way downstairs until Bryson and Maloney had returned.


    It happened to be Saturday, and Grace, having no sses, was at home.


    She was in the kitchen, baking cakes.


    Catching sight of her brother, she eximed excitedly, “Bryson!”


    Before she could wipe the flour from her hands, Grace rushed forward and embraced Bryson enthusiastically.


    “You’re back! Did you know we were all worried about you?”


    Bryson raised his hand to gently rub Grace’s head, his eyes scanning the living room with a faint smile.


    “Is Hannah not here?” he wondered silently.


    Catching her brother’s inquisitive nce, Grace smiled knowingly.


    She gestured upstairs and asked, “Are you looking for Hannah? She must have been exhausted yesterday; she hasn’t woken up yet.


    ”